There’s lots that I could say today.
But I’ve decided I really won’t.
My words pale in comparison to the response that this day deserves. So just this: stumbled across this quote yesterday:
Jesus Christ is born in a stable. He has to flee to Egypt. He passes thirty years of his life in the shop of a craftsman. He suffers hunger, thirst, weariness. He is poor, scorned, abject. He teaches the Kingdom of Heaven, and no one listens to him. All the great and the wise pursue him, take him, and make him suffer frightful torments. They treat him like a slave, make him die between two thieves, after having preferred a thief to him. That was the life that Jesus Christ chose, and we, we have a horror of the slightest humiliation.
– François de Fenelon
Christian folk: find yourself a space today to sit in front of the cross of your Savior. Take some time to think on him, and to thank him.
Because no one really did at the time, and now we know better. Or should.